1. MINDLESS

(Instrumental)


2. SHELTER

On a downhill of life the earth made a sound as of sighs
And the last drops fell from the emptied cloudless sky.
It's few and far between that I had failed to see.
In this dull season he's easy of belief.
Skeleton key still hanging in the scale.
He crouched for the plain truth.
Making this world a hell skeleton key opening doors for you
And I've given everything.
But got nothing in return lighting his candle at both ends
Time is hanging heavy on his hands.
Bowed under a noise fit to raise the dead as it's few
And far between that I had failed to be
In this dull season I've given up belief
Come down in this world....


3. ASHES

(Instrumental)


4. DOWNFALL

Went along the line without a solid sound.
Running with the hare and hunting with the hounds.
Floating between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Disorder rules this heart among the bright minds.
The one that bares the sin is burning inside.
Picking the wrong side in this desire to copy
Fighting the weight of this world everything has gone down
(Down) crawling from below never be
Broken time has come to break out.
Living reflections
Disorder rules this heart among the bright minds
The one that bares the sin is burning inside.
Fighting the weight of this world.
Everything has gone down (down)
I'll bury my head in my hands casting aside.
Shutting them out we went along
The line without a solid sound
Running with the hare and hunting with the hounds.
Floating between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Picking the wrong side in this desire to copy.


5. MIRROR

Hiding thoughts so deep inside.
Clearest minds just stand tongue tied.
This flowing water runs so deep one must
Not be able to leap over everything.
Sinking in straightaway.
Some rise by sin.
Others by virtue fall.
This mirage will leave him to crawl.
He's losing touch with what's already lost
As he's counting on what's been valued most.
He's a bird in a cage with tied wings
Out of his grief, delight and rage.
No open ear to the cold voice of doubt.
He's a bird in a cage.
My free mind is an eagle parting clouds
With tireless wings.
Out of his grief, delight and rage.